Disclaimer: this is written at the dribbling edge of tiredness – screaming at Churchill insurance, finishing off a last-minute feature, selling my car, dropping a barbell on my foot…that it’s not going to be my finest hour of journalism. But…

I’ve temporarily moved back in with my parents for just over a month, having made the grand decision to quit my job at HuffPost to go travelling and write my second book. (Sorry, there’s just no way of phrasing that…

30 continues to be the benchmark for when you apparently have your general life shizz together, and we only have to hope this concept dies a slow and unremarkable death at some point. Not least of which it is a…